It Is Called Love
It split you apart
You bled free tears to rejoice
You discovered words in your heart
You found a new self and a devout voice
It slit you in half
It took away your weakness
Superseded it with new wings of life
To fly you to where belonging is endless
It is called love
It is the audacity of a fragile soul walking though a menace
It is a sacrifice for nothing with everything you will ever have
It is the evanescence of hopelessness and a luminance of desire
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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